I Like Girls! (Oumami)

Movies

Rantarou walked quickly to his house to tell his parents he was going over to a friends. He was more than sure they'd say yes, keeping up with more than fifteen kids is tough, so that's one less they have to deal with.

Luckily Kokichi's place was only a few houses down, or else Rantarou would've died walking there. He reached Kokichi's house and knocked on the door.

Less than about thirty seconds exactly, Kokichi answered the door and pulled Rantarou inside. He smiled brightly and looked up to him. "I cleaned the place up for you! Since your a little neat freak.. Or was that Shuichi.. Or Kii-boy..?" Rantarou shrugged, making Kokichi tilt his head. "Not talking, eh?" Rantarou shrugged once again, making Kokichi narrow his eyes at him. Rantarou chuckled.

"So, are your parents out or something?" Kokichi sighed, throwing his head back exasperated. "They've been out, Rantarou. They died, you know that." Rantarou's eyes widened, he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I, uh.. Actually didn't.. I didn't know that." Kokichi looked over to him. "Oh, well now you do." He smiled, walking over to a cabinet under the television stand and opening it. "Normally people get really sensitive about their parents death or something.. Don't you need to be in some kind of foster care or something? I don't think your at the right age to be living by yourself."

Kokichi shrugged. "I mean, your older than me, right? You check up on me sometimes." Rantarou sighed. "Kokichi, I'm not even old enough to live by myself. Hell, I'm probably not even trusted enough to live by myself." Kokichi shrugged again in response.

Rantarou looked around the room. "You didn't have to clean just for me to come over, ya know. Kiibo always talks about how your dining areas always dusty." Kokichi snapped his fingers, tapping his head. "That's the one I always gotta clean for! Damn, I thought it was you!" He chuckled. Rantarou's eyebrows lifted up. "Nah, honestly I couldn't care less, my rooms a wreck compared to what Kiibo describes your house as."

Kokichi waved his hand. "Ah, that robot can suck a toaster, I couldn't care less about what he thinks of me or my house." Rantarou nodded.

He began to explore. He looked on shelves and tables, just analyzing his decor. He found a picture, seeing two people holding a young Kokichi in their arms. He had to be around two or something. Rantarou furrowed his eyebrows and turned back to Kokichi. "Hey," he said, grabbing Kokichi's attention successfully. "Who are these people?" Kokichi smiled and turned back to the cabinet he was shuffling around in. "Ah, those are my parents. I was such an ugly baby." He chuckled.

Rantarou rolled his eyes. "That's not true." He turned back to the shelf, putting the picture down, still looking at it. "I think you're adorable." Kokichi smiled. "Well, yeah, all babys are adorable. But I was fat and stuff." Rantarou put his hand over his chest. "Well, I mean, I wouldn't say you're fat. All babys are born like that, it's natural." Kokichi nodded, finally standing up, holding CD's. "Which movie?"

Rantarou turned around, scanning them.

Titanic, Finding Nemo, and Friday The 13th.
All different genres.

Rantarou shrugged. "Whichever one you want, just not Finding Nemo." Kokichi lifted an eyebrow. "Why not? That movie is awesome." Rantarou chuckled. "Sure, how about Friday The 13th?" Kokichi nodded, bending back over and putting the other two up.

Once he got the movie on, he paused at the ad's before the movie. "Want some popcorn?" He asked with a smile. Rantarou shrugged. "Of course." Kokichi breathed out, turning on his heel and going to the kitchen.

When he cane back, he held the bag out for Rantarou, who grabbed a couple and dumped them in his mouth. Kokichi sat down on the couch beside him and started the movie. He laid his head on Rantarou's shoulder, who didn't seem to mind at all.

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